After the shittiest work week I think I've ever had, filled with enough crap and drama to fill an entire year, I'm really looking forward to the weekend. It actually should be a lot of fun, tonight we're going to see The Notwist, and if it's anything as good as Kyle says last night's show was ("HOLY SHIT! That was amazing!"), I should be in for a treat.

Tomorrow we're playing with The Kills, which should also be a lot of fun, and then Easter is a day for resting. Oh, resting and baseball watching, that is.

Friday night before we went to the Charles Atlas show, we were standing outside a restaurant on Market and Church streets in San Francisco, talking and waiting patiently for our table to be ready. A shabby hippie guy in a red shirt came up to us and said "I'm sorry it's come to this, but I've got to ask you a question." "Yeah?" I replied kinda nonchalant, not really buying this guy's schtick. "Can you drive me to Fremont right now? I really need to get back to Fremont."

For the non-locals, Fremont is a crappy suburb about 45 minutes outside of San Francisco, next to San Jose on the Southeast corner of the San Francisco Bay. This man wanted me and Miss Rodeo America to *drive* him, that is, forget that we just drove into the City ourselves, found a parking space in the Castro on a Friday night (an impossibility in itself), picked a spot for dinner, were just about to be up on the list, and then had plans to go to a show afterwards, to give all that up and drive him to Fremont.

"Uh, no." I said rather bluntly. "Well, could you at least give me money to ride BART out there? It shuts down in an hour and I'm not going to make it!" he whined. I looked at my watch, and it was 8:30. BART stops running at about 12:15 AM, so he had almost four-hours to kill. "Uhm, no."

"You people are such assholes! This is such a *horrible* city!" Yeah guy, I'm an asshole 'cause i'm not *crazy* like you. Sure dude, sure.

Tonight when I left the grocery store with a six-pack of PBR and a pack of gum, a lady tried to sell me a newspaper. When I politely declined, she blurted out "Well, at least give me a beer." Sure, sure lady. Ugh.

So that's how I've been feeling today, but now that I'm home and it's warm and the kitties are asleep under my chair and the beer is cold, I'm feeling a bit better.

Ya'll have a couple more days to download my Spring Mini-Mix (scroll down) before it's gone. I've also put up a link on the left to some permanent MP3s culled from four-track projects and bands I've played keyboards in. There are a couple new Amscray songs from the upcoming album, as well as demos from my first band. Enjoy.